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== <b> Why Bother With Combat Skills When You can get Bluff? </b> ==
Scene: /tg/'s room

*BAM BAM BAM* /tg/ is startled from his BLUHD REHVENS (or whatever army the board decides on) army list, hearing /r9k/'s voice slightly muffled though the door.

R9K: I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE /tg/! GET OUT HERE NOW!

*/tg/ puts down his notebook, codex and pen, and slows walks to the door, reaching his hand behind his head to satisfy an itch.

TG: Yeah yeah, what is it this time. (mutters to himself: It's always something different with him)

*/tg/ opens the door, quietly mumbling "I open the door." He is greeted by an astoundingly pissed /r9k/

TG; yeah yeah *yawn* what is it this time?

R9K: YOU! You ate the rest of my Chinese leftovers didn't you!

TG: Wha? Ive never been in your room. ( /tg/'s face sharpens as his brain clicks together the pieces.) Wait, you don't keep your door locked?

R9K: Well, yes, but not when I'm in the building...That's beside the point! You took my food and I want it back!

TG (leaning on the frame of his door, arms crossed): And how do you know *I* took your food?

R9K: My olfactory sensor-I mean I could smell it coming from your room! ( R9K points his finger towards /tg/'s mini fridge)

TG: You know I can't afford to order out, I just bought a Land Raider and some more d20's on Tuesday. ( does a hitchhikers thumb towards the plastic spruces laying next to his notebook on his desk)

R9K: BS! I wanna look in your frid-

*R9K suddenly turns his head to the left at an exact 90 degree angle, watching /g/ walk up the stairs slurping some Chicken Lo Mein from a pint box.

G: *slurp* Oh, by the way, thanks for the food 9k.

* /g/ waves at R9K before taking another spoonful (forkful?) of the food and shoving it into his mouth. He then notices R9K's belligerent look and a grimace of panic overtakes him as he dashes back down the stairs slurping up as many noodles as he can before R9K gives chase.

R9K: Excuse me for my rash actions earlier.
* R9K looks down the stairs, and without looking back:

R9K: Now if you'll excuse me.

* R9K leaps down the entire flight of stairs chasing after /g/

TG: Well, that was entertaining.

*/tg/ shuts the door to his room and sits back down at his desk, reaches to his mini fridge and pulls out some leftover Chinese food.

TG: I love Bluff.

* As TG inhales the food, and single d20 reads 20 on his desk.